I’m Allah’s girl
Not a hood rat or a project chic
Not the jeans that fit, 
That makes you say “PH” fat
I’m none of that
In fact I’m the mother of civilization
Filled with jubilation 
And revelation stated,
without me there is no history
I’m Allah’s girl, 
save that other crap for outside the door
In my cipher there are no whores
Just pores breathing in positive life and energy
Molecules of constant life flowin within me 
Don’t use me
Or abuse me
With your definition way of defining me
I move like the earth, with many personalities 
I’m Allah’s girl
A Distinctive star that shines 
Sometimes a violent storm coming up from behind
A rainbow that will make skittles scatter
I’m that element in the universe that produces matter
I’m Allah’s girl
Covered with ¾’s of water
I am the prophet’s daughter
I’m Allah’s girl…